Zhang Jingdong left the badminton hall with contentment.
Taking out his phone, he glanced at the time—it was past 5 o'clock.
He thought for a moment, then dialed Lin Xiran's number.
The art school was less than a twenty-minute drive from here; he wanted to have dinner with her.
But after calling twice in a row, Lin Xiran didn't answer.
Zhang Jingdong smiled, got into the car, and said, "To Xinghui Music Company."
"Okay."
Song Yu swiftly maneuvered the car, which soon disappeared into the traffic flow.
On the way, Zhang Jingdong's phone suddenly rang.
Glancing at the screen, it was Lin Xiran calling; he casually picked up: "Hello..."
"Darling, I'm at the company doing an ad shoot, I didn't have my phone on me just now. Where are you?"
"Perfect timing, I'm on my way to the company."
"That's great, I haven't seen you for two days, I miss you so much!"
Listening to her tender voice filled with love, Zhang Jingdong's heart stirred.
